JliDaica's  Jlpoaiasy. 


It  is  time  to  be  alarmed.  The  republic  is  among;  precipices. 
It  has  become  '*  treason  **  to  express  allegiance  to  the  principles  of  the 
Declaration  of  Independence.  The  land  resounds  with  the  whoop 
of  war  and  our  throats  burn  with  the  red  thirst  of  the  beast. 
The  republic  of  Washington  has  become  a  band  of  corsairs. 
The  land  of  Lincoln  and  Jefferson  can  find  no  higher  mission 
than  the  hypocritical  hacking  of  invalid  states  and  the  crucifixion 
of  peoples  whose  only  crime  is  the  love  of  liberty.  No  sober  citi- 
zen of  this  country  with  a  spark  of  patriotism  in  his  veins  can 
any  longer  remain  silent.  Justice  is  being  assassinated  before  our 
very  eyes  and  the  expenses  of  the  tragedy  are  being  extrava- 
gantly paid  for  by  money  clandestinely  filched  from  our  own 
pockets.  We  have  actually  paid  $20,000,000  for  the  fictitiou 
privilege  of  attacking  a  brave  and  liberty-loving  people  on  tht 
other  side  of  the  world,  and  we  now  purpose  to  spend  innumerable 
millions  more  to  slaughter  them  into  submission.  What  is  worse, 
it  is  now  proposed  that  this  country  go  into  the  scandalous  busi- 
ness systematically.  If  the  advice  of  persons  in  authority  is  fol- 
lowed (persons  who  deserve  to  be  heeded  when  the  country  goes 
mad)  we  shall  have  a  great  standing  army  and  navy  for  the 
prompt  and  systematic  prosecution  at  home  and  abroad  of  the 
barbarous  pursuit  of  war.  If  such  stupendous  expenditures  and 
such  atrocious  proposals  are  not  enough  to  terrify  the  taxpayers 
of  this  country  they  deserve  to  be  robbed.  Any  sane-minded 
lover  of  simple  justice  who  can  contemplate  the  enormities  now 
being  perpetrated  by  this  country  on  brave  and  innocent  peoples 
without  feeling  his  soul  shrivel  in  shame  and  his  blood  hiss  with 
indignation,  must  be  actuated  less  by  the  promptings  of  right- 
eousness and  humanity  than  by  the  instincts  of  the  bandit.  Amer- 
ican guns,  fired  by  men  wearing  the  blue  and  with  the  stars  and 
stripes  waving  over  them,  are  shooting  down  men  for  contending 
for  the  same  sacred  cause  as  that  for  which  American  chivalry 


bled  at  Bennington  and  Bunker  Hill.  We  denounce  as  ''rebels" 
a  people  who  dare  to  defend  their  own  shores  and  firesides  from 
foreign  invasion.  The  stars  and  stripes  have  become  the  ensign 
of  tyrants  and  a  black  flag  and  a  menace  to  struggling  republics. 
America  has  become  a  stench  in  the  nostrils  of  its  own  citizens. 
'^Columbia,  the  gem"  stands  before  the  civilized  world  as  a  con- 
victed hypocrite  and  butcher.  We  have  no  more  right  to  invade 
the  Philippines,  now  that  the  Spaniard  is  not  there,  than  the 
minions  of  George  III  had  to  invade  New  England  in  the  days 
of  Hancock  and  Adam.s.  We  are  invaders  and  buccaneers ;  notic- 
ing else.  The  impertinent  blue  coats  of  Manila  are  the  hated 
and  felonious  red  coats  v/ho  camped  on  Boston  commons  and 
killed  ciiizeiis  of  Massachusetts  four  generations  ago.  Every 
American  soldier  who  kills  citizens  of  that  guiltless  land  is  a  mur- 
derer. Every  sword  that  pierces  the  breast  of  a  Filipino  is  ths 
dagger  of  an  assassin.  Every  man  who  leaves  Europe  or  America 
to  help  those  valiant  islanders  in  their  struggle  for  independence 
is  a  Lafayette.  And  every  Filipino  who  falls  fighting  in  de- 
N^nse  of  his  native  soil  is  a  hero  as  noble  as  ever  faced  English 
•igiments  on  the  sacred  sward  of  Lexington.  If  I  were  a  Filipino, 
as  I  am  an  American,  I  would  never  lay  down  my  arms  as  long 
as  an  impious  blue  coat  remained  in  my  country.  I  would  rather 
die  fighting  for  my  own  liberty  and  the  liberty  of  my  children 
and  leave  my  bones  to  moulder  honorably  beneath  the  arms  of 
my  native  palms  than  bend  my  neck  beneath  the  yoke  of  any 
power  on  earth. 

Aguinaldo  is  the  George  Washington  of  the  antipodes.  As 
peerless  a  heart  beats  in  the  bosom  of  that  dauntless  young  Malay 
as  ever  pulsated  in  the  breast  of  the  great  Virginian.  All  under 
hcaveii  IxC  and  his  people  ask  Is  to  be  left  alone.  And  could  any 
people  with  the  blood  of  men  in  their  veins  ask  less  ?  We  have  in- 
vaded their  country  and  captured  their  cities.  We  have  made 
ourselves  more  odious  than  the  Spaniard.  We  have  supplanted 
one  tyranny  by  a  worse  one.  We  have  snubbed  their  supplica- 
tions and  commanded  them  to  lick  the  dust  of  submission  from 
our  insolent  feet.  We  have  treated  them  as  if  they  had  no  right 
to  the  land  in  which  they  and  their  fathers  were  born.     We  have 


gone  i  2,000  miles  to  commit  these  outrag-es.  We  have  selected  a 
people  who  have  foug-ht  for  years  against  the  unrighteous  aggres- 
sions of  Spain — a  people  whose  unshrinking  valor  challenges  the 
admiration  of  every  person  capable  of  appreciating  courage  and 
nobility  of  purpose — a  brave,  patient  and  magnanimous  people, 
whose  only  thinkable  offense  is  that  they  are  doing  that  which 
every  manly  American  would  do  under  the  same  circumstances. 
Think  oi  it,  shades  of  Hancock  and  Adams  I  A  posterity  of 
burglars ;  Heroes  of  *76,  who  sleep  in  the  unsullied  sod  of  New 
England  battlefields !  Save  us  from  the  headless  repudiation  of 
the  precious  principles  you  died  to  immortalize  among  the  sons  of 
men  I 

Cannot  something  be  done  to  stay  our  headlong  plunge  into 
degeneracy ;  Must  these  things  ^o  on  and  on,  unchallenged  and 
unrebuked,  until  we  are  lost  to  all  sense  of  iniquity  ?  Is  our  dis- 
grace irretrievable?  Must  we  stand  forever  before  the  eyes  of  an 
indignant  universe  as  a  herd  of  swinish  and  hypocritical  Yankees? 
Is  there  no  national  conscience  to  rise  and  cry  out  against  the  un- 
conscionable thav/  of  barbarism  in  our  midst  ?  Where  is  the  fire 
of  eloquence  and  verse  ?  Where  is  the  vehemence  of  Henry  in 
this  hour  of  peril  ?  Is  American  manhood  so  flimsy  and  our 
American  sense  of  justice  so  false  that  we  will  allow  ourselves  to 
stand  by  and  v/itness  the  perpetration — the  cold-blooded,  serpent- 
like perpetration — of  crimes  which  if  perpetrated  upon, us  would 
arouse  us  to  fury  ?  Shame  on  our  apostasy !  Shame  on  a  repub- 
lic that  will  offer  the  fratricidal  thrust  of  the  knife  instead  of  the 
hand  of  fellowship  to  a  struggling  sister  republic!  Shame  on  the 
hypocrites  at  Washington,  who^  under  the  sanctimonious  guis? 
of  virtue,  are  turning  civilization  into  ways  of  darkness  and 
traitorously  v^riving  our  blood-bought  republic  on  the  ruinous  roclcs 
of  imperialism.  Shame  on  a  president  who  will  openly  advise 
prostitution  as  a  national  policy  and  who  parades  the  country  as 
an  uncandid  peddler  of  s^/iltion  against  the  time-honored  princi- 
ples of  the  republic !  And  shame  on  a  people,  so  recreant  to  the 
high  trust  of  humanity  and  so  lost  to  sensibility  and  to  the  esteem 
of  mankind  that  they  will  turn  their  backs  upon  honor  and 
righteousness  and  even  decency  and  spend  their  substance  in  nulli- 


fication  of  the  very  principles  which  thruout  their  national  exis- 
tence have  rendered  them  distinct  and  glorious ! 

These  are  the  times  for  patriotism — not  that  hollow,  meaning- 
less infirmity  which  spawns  in  the  pate  of  the  provincial,  but  that 
fair  and  transcendent  passion  which  flames  in  the  heart  of  the 
immortal — that  patriotism  which  guards  with  sleepless  vigil  the 
inviolable  honor  of  country  and  cries  aloud  in  the  interests  of  a 
pure  and  untrammeled  humanity.  It  is  a  time  for  the  utmost 
heroism.  A  brave  people  are  being  crucified.  The  eagle  of  free- 
dom has  become  a  harpy.  Well  may  we  be  dazed  by  the  horri- 
fic metamorphosis.  Dark  days  arc  upon  us.  The  pendulum  of 
civilization  trembles,  as  if  to  swing  back  to  the  inglorious  twilight 
of  the  past.  Imperialistic  tendencies  are  laying  their  damning 
clutches  on  the  unsuspecting  form  of  the  republic.  Fearful  ques- 
tions confront  us.  Whether  we  are  to  be  compelled  henceforth 
to  read  with  downcast  gaze  the  matchless  axioms  of  Jefferson  and 
to  mumble  in  confusion  the  heroic  history  of  our  dead — whether 
the  Fourth  of  July  is  to  be  henceforth  a  day  of  embarrassment  and 
shame  instead  of,  as  hitherto,  an  occasion  for  spontaneous  and 
boundless  pride — whether  Yorktown  and  Monmouth  are  to  be- 
come events  which,  instead  of  inspiring  a  continent  to  eulogy  and 
song,  shall  provoke  no  higher  eloquence  than  that  which  guttur- 
als from  the  limping  lips  of  apology — whether  the  political  wis- 
dom of  the  founders  of  the  republic,  gleaned  in  terrible  hours,  by 
anxious  eyes,  from  the  travail  of  ages  past,  shall  be  swept  away 
by  the  heartless  levity  of  upstart  statesmen — whether,  in  short, 
vz  shall  turn  our  backs  inexorably  upon  the  past — a  past  glorious 
n  achifvement  and  unrivaled  in  precept — and  become  the 
wretched  exemplars  of  a  policy,  ruinous  to  ourselves  and  to  our 
children,  repulsive  to  every  truly  civilized  mind  and  destructive 
of  the  fairest  hopes  of  humanity — ihe%e.  are  questions  that  assail 
with  relentless  emphasis  the  consciences  of  a  great  people. — J .  Hoiv- 
ard  Moore  in  Chicogo  Chronicle,  March  6th,  1S99. 


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